Silence
Anonymous Me
It was pure chaos. There were no defined lines and many of the guards tried to clump together though it only worked to a degree. Even if the Chippeqouti were used to surviving in difficult situations it was often in a more formal battle and this was where Killian usually excelled. He didn't need orders, or a direction, just an enemy and that was good enough. Killian had reverted to a simple need for survival. He stayed within distance to protect Star while he continued to fire off where he could until he started to attract too much fire.
Kavis watched with some horror and dismay as it erupted. He had not anticipated for this to be the kind of move that Killian would make. Often times stories were made up and they were exaggerations of a small truth. Like many others he had only heard of the games and had not witnessed them and so the tales only seemed to carry so much weight. Kavis had been careful to judge by what he saw and most of it had been unruly, and untrained. Originally Killian had appeared to be an easy person to steer with logic and a solid argument. The man had shown himself to be reasonable and he fought and lost the election with the grace of any high blood Chippeqouti. Now he was faced with a monster. One that he had only thought existed as a rumor. Dougal had been a strong able bodied Chippeqouti. Kavis had hoped to extend the Chip's bloodline and he had intended to extend the same favor to Killian. Truly it was cursed blood. The Chip had gone wild. He didn't care about his bloodline and he killed his own for the sake of the weaker.
No matter what the council member tried to do to end the fight it continued. His bloodlines. The lineages remaining here being destroyed! They could not even hope to take the blood of the cursed one to carry on their people. His guards had fired out of gut instinct and they were now fighting in self defense. Kavis left the field behind him, but gave a final order. "Kill the cursed blood."
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Killian had to duck to get away from the additional fire. So many of the humans fell that there were only a few guards left with guns that were needed to hold them back. The humans that still had guns fired back and a group of 4 kept coming after Killian. Shifting again he hid himself around the corner of a building. Waiting for the sound of feet he barely breathed and then he heard the light crunch of the snow. Turning around the corner he shot the first and the second. The third one he skimmed and then he didn't see the fourth.
Wherever the last one had split off to it meant trouble. They were laying a trap for him. Glancing to the other side he didn't see the fourth one and it was all up to him for his best guess now. Killian started to creep toward the opposite end since it seemed to be the most logical space. He saw a trail of disrupted snow and right at the corner a patch that had been brushed as if he shouldn't notice it. Still holding the gun ready he cautiously set his foot just at the corner. A creak sounded and in an instant metal jaws of a large wild life trap snapped on his leg. Instantly a shudder went through his body and Killian fell back screaming. "Aaagh!" Pulling at the metal teeth he tried to get his leg loose and instead it just seemed to grind against the already damaged flesh.
Snow crunched behind him and he reached for his gun with bloody hands. He'd been so busy trying to get himself out of the trap that he'd lost track of the fourth man. Looking over his shoulder he saw a Chippeqouti aim the gun for the back of his neck. It would be more deadly than if he tried to shoot him in the head. A double shot sounded and then he felt the bullet skim the top of shoulder and it planted itself in the side of the building. The body of the Chippeqouti behind him fell and Killian scooted himself around the corner with his gun before he saw Frank come around the edge.
"It's over now." He could see a good amount of blood had begun to cover the ground. Carefully he approached Killian and swept the snow away from where the trap was fastened to the ground with a chain and hook. Usually they only set the traps around the houses when there had been dangerous animals about. Seemed that those hunting Killian had a similar thought and it almost worked. Who would have thought of putting a trap in the snow and covering it? The Chip's were cunning alright. Once the chain was unhooked he offered a hand to Killian. "Need to get you over to the shed. I've got a few tools that'l help pry that open."
Killian accepted Frank's hand and he bent his knee to hold the leg up. By now he had started to shiver from the cold and he didn't have his coat. It was just the vest and his shirt both of which were soaked with sweat, blood, and snow. His teeth chattered almost uncontrollably and he hopped unsteadily in the snow on one foot with grimace every time the chain jerked on the trap. "Is....St-Star ok?"
The other man looked over at Killian. "She's fine." Thankfully the shed wasn't far and then he could get the trap off before getting a doctor to look at the leg.
Kavis watched with some horror and dismay as it erupted. He had not anticipated for this to be the kind of move that Killian would make. Often times stories were made up and they were exaggerations of a small truth. Like many others he had only heard of the games and had not witnessed them and so the tales only seemed to carry so much weight. Kavis had been careful to judge by what he saw and most of it had been unruly, and untrained. Originally Killian had appeared to be an easy person to steer with logic and a solid argument. The man had shown himself to be reasonable and he fought and lost the election with the grace of any high blood Chippeqouti. Now he was faced with a monster. One that he had only thought existed as a rumor. Dougal had been a strong able bodied Chippeqouti. Kavis had hoped to extend the Chip's bloodline and he had intended to extend the same favor to Killian. Truly it was cursed blood. The Chip had gone wild. He didn't care about his bloodline and he killed his own for the sake of the weaker.
No matter what the council member tried to do to end the fight it continued. His bloodlines. The lineages remaining here being destroyed! They could not even hope to take the blood of the cursed one to carry on their people. His guards had fired out of gut instinct and they were now fighting in self defense. Kavis left the field behind him, but gave a final order. "Kill the cursed blood."
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Killian had to duck to get away from the additional fire. So many of the humans fell that there were only a few guards left with guns that were needed to hold them back. The humans that still had guns fired back and a group of 4 kept coming after Killian. Shifting again he hid himself around the corner of a building. Waiting for the sound of feet he barely breathed and then he heard the light crunch of the snow. Turning around the corner he shot the first and the second. The third one he skimmed and then he didn't see the fourth.
Wherever the last one had split off to it meant trouble. They were laying a trap for him. Glancing to the other side he didn't see the fourth one and it was all up to him for his best guess now. Killian started to creep toward the opposite end since it seemed to be the most logical space. He saw a trail of disrupted snow and right at the corner a patch that had been brushed as if he shouldn't notice it. Still holding the gun ready he cautiously set his foot just at the corner. A creak sounded and in an instant metal jaws of a large wild life trap snapped on his leg. Instantly a shudder went through his body and Killian fell back screaming. "Aaagh!" Pulling at the metal teeth he tried to get his leg loose and instead it just seemed to grind against the already damaged flesh.
Snow crunched behind him and he reached for his gun with bloody hands. He'd been so busy trying to get himself out of the trap that he'd lost track of the fourth man. Looking over his shoulder he saw a Chippeqouti aim the gun for the back of his neck. It would be more deadly than if he tried to shoot him in the head. A double shot sounded and then he felt the bullet skim the top of shoulder and it planted itself in the side of the building. The body of the Chippeqouti behind him fell and Killian scooted himself around the corner with his gun before he saw Frank come around the edge.
"It's over now." He could see a good amount of blood had begun to cover the ground. Carefully he approached Killian and swept the snow away from where the trap was fastened to the ground with a chain and hook. Usually they only set the traps around the houses when there had been dangerous animals about. Seemed that those hunting Killian had a similar thought and it almost worked. Who would have thought of putting a trap in the snow and covering it? The Chip's were cunning alright. Once the chain was unhooked he offered a hand to Killian. "Need to get you over to the shed. I've got a few tools that'l help pry that open."
Killian accepted Frank's hand and he bent his knee to hold the leg up. By now he had started to shiver from the cold and he didn't have his coat. It was just the vest and his shirt both of which were soaked with sweat, blood, and snow. His teeth chattered almost uncontrollably and he hopped unsteadily in the snow on one foot with grimace every time the chain jerked on the trap. "Is....St-Star ok?"
The other man looked over at Killian. "She's fine." Thankfully the shed wasn't far and then he could get the trap off before getting a doctor to look at the leg.